Return to the City

Wang Ji used 1,200 military merits to customize eight A8-level flying knives, or rather, flying needles. They were sharp little blades the thickness and length of a finger. They were only a quarter the size of standard flying knives, which was the only reason they were so cheap.

He converted the remaining 700-plus military merits directly into cash. Although exchanging merits for money wasn't very cost-effective, Wang Ji was currently strapped for cash. With over 7 million suddenly appearing in his account, Wang Ji walked with a much straighter back.

Go home! Go home immediately! Having money and not spending it was a waste!

He boarded the train to Yangzhou City and arrived in twenty or thirty minutes. When Wang Ji arrived at the entrance of Bright Moon Residential Area, dusty from his travels, the guard stopped him.

"Mr. Wang, someone has been waiting for you. He's been here for five days. Since we didn't have your permission, we didn't let him in. Look, he's right there!"

Wang Ji was surprised. Who would wait here for five days? Curious, Wang Ji looked over. "Damn! It's that fat pig!" It was actually the fat supervisor from the waste sorting plant where Wang Ji used to work part-time!

The fat man's hair was greasy. It looked like he had been living in that Tiger-Type Tough Off-road Vehicle for five days, with the windows rolled down, waiting right there.

Seeing Wang Ji, the fat man wore a mournful expression, trembling as he ran over quickly, trying to grab Wang Ji's leg. Wang Ji kicked him away in disgust.

"Wang Ji... no, Brother Wang, I was wrong! I came here to deliver your wages!" the fat man said, snot and tears streaming down his face. He was truly terrified. He hadn't known Wang Ji had become a prospective martial artist, but his brother-in-law had some influence. His brother-in-law had heard that a prospective martial artist had emerged from the part-timers and intended to build a connection. But upon investigating, he discovered the fat man had withheld Wang Ji's wages and fired him. Then, he found the news about the two people who attacked Wang Ji being sentenced to life imprisonment.

There was no need to build a connection now; not being hated was already a blessing. The owner of the waste sorting plant had beaten his brother-in-law severely and ordered him to bring the money to apologize.

The fat man was terrified by his brother-in-law. His mind was filled with the thought that if the people who attacked Wang Ji got life, then if Wang Ji held a grudge and found a chance to frame him, getting him a year or two in prison wouldn't be hard at all. The fat man was scared to death.

Listening to his rambling apologies and explanations, Wang Ji finally understood the situation. The resentment he had felt suddenly became dull and meaningless. "Let's go. I'll go take a look at the waste sorting plant."

"Huh?" The fat man was confused.

"Is that a problem?"

"No! Not at all!" The fat man nodded hurriedly.

Half an hour later, Wang Ji arrived at the waste sorting plant in the fat man's car. The fat man's brother-in-law, the owner of the plant, was waiting at the entrance. When Wang Ji mentioned, as if in passing, that he was already an Advanced Warrior-level martial artist, the owner's initially warm attitude instantly became laced with reverence!

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old prospective martial artist was decent. The potential was good, but it was only potential. As far as the present went, they could talk as equals.

But a seventeen-year-old Advanced Warrior! To become an Advanced Warrior just two months after becoming a prospective martial artist! Even an outsider like him could imagine the weight of that. It was enough to crush a small boss like him.

"After I learned what happened, I felt terrible. It was my failure to discipline my relative. I am willing to offer 1 million as compensation. What do you think?" The owner kept a very low profile.

"Brother-in-law..." the fat man exclaimed.

If this had been a few days ago, Wang Ji would have felt incredibly excited. But now, a million or so really didn't mean much. Wang Ji smiled, "No need. I'm not short on money. I have an elder, Uncle Yan, who also works in our sorting workshop. I respect him like a real elder... I need to go see him in a moment."

The plant owner caught the hint immediately and said, "I know Master Yan. He works hard and is capable. I was already planning to promote him to workshop supervisor. Master Yan's benefits will also be increased, and he will be provided with a mid-range car. The company also has a large dormitory of several dozen square meters that we can arrange for Master Yan to live in."

Wang Ji smiled, "Tea! Let's have some tea!"

Afterward, Wang Ji left the place with a carefree air. Behind him, the fat man sobbed, "Brother-in-law, if Old Yan becomes the workshop supervisor, what about me? You can't just abandon me..."

"You? I don't care if you die!"

Bright Moon Residential Area.

Wang Ji took a comfortable shower at home. When Wang Yan returned home after nine o'clock, Wang Ji said, "Sister, you don't have to work anymore!"

"What's wrong? Little brother?" Wang Yan asked.

Wang Ji transferred 3 million directly!

"Ding-dong!" Wang Yan looked at it, her eyes widening instantly, "Little brother, did you... did you rob a bank?"

Wang Ji laughed, "Sister, you underestimate a martial artist's ability to make money!"

Wang Yan glared, "Don't try to fool me! The son of Auntie Wang next door is also a martial artist, and he started a year before you! He's an Intermediate Warrior now, and he can't earn this much in a year!"

Wang Ji took out his martial artist ID and smiled, "Look, it's a special recruitment! Issued without waiting for the actual combat assessment, Advanced Warrior! Your little brother is a genius, you know!"

Wang Yan looked at the balance, then at Wang Ji, and suddenly let out a cry, rushing over to jump into Wang Ji's arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and shouting, "Ahhhhh..."

"Hey! Hey! Have you lost your mind, Wang Yan! Get down!" Wang Ji's face turned bright red.

"Hmph!" Wang Yan climbed down, acting proud, "I'll save it for you to marry a wife!"

"No way! Why are you the same as Mom!" Wang Ji said, feeling depressed, "It's for you to spend!"

"What could I possibly spend that much on!" Wang Yan glared.

It was indeed possible to spend that much.

The next morning, Wang Ji took Wang Yan and his mother to the largest shopping mall. A Tiger-Type Tough Off-road Vehicle cost 2 million, and buying a standard family sedan for the house—comfortable but not luxurious—cost another seven or eight hundred thousand. The miscellaneous household items, food, and clothing weren't expensive, but 100,000 filled the trunks of both cars.

"You... you are so wasteful!" Wang Yan complained.

Wang Ji, however, felt it was fine. In this world, earning money was for his sister and mother to spend. Wang Ji believed that these 3 million were nothing to him now, and would be even less to him in the future.

"Ding-dong!"

Wang Yan's eyes widened again, "What now!"

Wang Ji smiled, "This is the money for you to keep!" Another 3 million was transferred. Wang Ji only had a little over 1 million left. But it didn't matter; by the time Wang Ji entered the wilderness again, he would definitely be a Warlord-level martial artist.

A Warlord-level martial artist—that was enough to ensure his sister and mother lived a life without worries. Wang Ji felt his mind relax and stretched comfortably. This was the meaning of his hard training, the reason he didn't want to stop for even a moment.

Home was his eternal sanctuary.

That night, Wang Ji was in the middle of his training.

"Wang Ji! How did your martial artist registration information suddenly change to Advanced Warrior! I received the notification of your information change and it gave me a fright!" Jiang Nian asked over the phone.

Wang Ji laughed, "That's a long story. The military should have already touched base with our Extreme Pavilion, right?"

Jiang Nian replied, "It was reviewed by the military and our Extreme Pavilion's Director Wu Tong. The procedure is fine. It's just, how did you suddenly become an Advanced Warrior-level fighter?"

Wang Ji explained with a smile, "I took a trip to the wilderness myself..."

"What! You went to the wilderness alone? Nonsense! Do you have any idea how dangerous that is!" Jiang Nian said anxiously.

Wang Ji reassured him, "I was just testing the waters. I didn't go deep into the wilderness. I happened to run into a beast horde and assisted the military in killing some monsters. The military handled it as a special case and certified me as an Advanced Warrior."

"So, you hunted an Advanced Soldier-level monster all by yourself?"

"Mhm!"

"You... fine! I don't understand the world of geniuses. You must be careful. Only by being careful can you live a long life!" Jiang Nian urged earnestly.

"Understood, Instructor."

"Come to my place for dinner another day! I still need to have a good talk with you!" Jiang Nian nagged.

The next day, morning, Yi'an No. 3 High School. The school hadn't changed a bit.

"Holy crap! Wang Ji, you're back! I heard you became a prospective fighter! I'm so envious! You have no idea, those few days the entire No. 3 High School was in an uproar! Man, firecrackers were going off, there were crowds of people everywhere... Now, you can get into the First or Second Military Academy without even taking the college entrance exam, right?" Fatty Yu exclaimed loudly.

Wang Ji tossed his head, "Of course! I told you, one day when I become the number one person on Earth, brother will protect you!"

Fatty Yu rolled his eyes, "Get lost! You really let it go to your head the moment someone praises you!"

"Didn't you say there were firecrackers and crowds? Can't a genius fighter like me cover for you?" Wang Ji glared.

"Get lost!" The fat guy pulled out a racy magazine as usual and started flipping through it sneakily.

"Little kid, reading that is bad for your health! Here, take a copy of the Tao Te Ching; this is the real essence!" Wang Ji urged earnestly.

"Get lost! Go to hell!"

School let out.

"Look, that's Luo Feng!" a classmate nearby said enviously.

"So that's Luo Feng! I heard he's the strongest among the three Advanced Students in our school!" "Yeah!"

"Senior Luo Feng..."

Luo Feng suddenly walked over, "Hello! I'm Luo Feng. Greetings, Senior Wang Ji!"